Food Limmerick

How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it
Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit
Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love
Something this good is totally undreamed of
When it is all gone, it’s hard not to throw a fit




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